Yom Kippur is over. I had an atonement thought, walking with Paula from the Yummy Market as the sun went down, carrying bags of breaking the fast goodies like lox and pomegranate, as the high holy day was about to end. That's all I could muster. A short swift musing. I apologized for being a jerk. I can be mean when I'm hurt and mad. And I do have some hubris. But I actually need more, so I didn't apologize for that.
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Ilove that dark twister-hair-tornado thing. It's not a hard rain's a gonna fall. It's some kind of hair ball.
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